Thanks to Steve ciao for once again editing my story. I've also removed all caste references because of requests by some of the readers. For the next two days Kayal was bored. She would occupy herself with household chores, but it wasn't enough. No matter how hard she tried, she would end up in the same place, watching porn and masturbating to thoughts of...
Abby sat in the crowded bar quite literally crying into her beer. Well her white wine to be more specific. Her third glass for a woman that only drank one socially. After five years, five long years in a relationship with Stuart it was over. Just like that. Over because he wanted to be polyamorous, he said. In plain Texan, he wanted to screw her and the woma...
Daraquen was crouched on her hands and knees on the wooden floor of her father's kitchen. Her tiny hand held a glass bowl into which she peered with intense curiosity. Inside the transparent prison, a spider that had been unfortunate enough to have attracted the girls attention earlier as she played around the wash stand, scurried frantically from one side o...
ANGELA LED SPENCER DOWN INTO THE Bronx. As they traveled deeper into the borough Spencer cringed at the deterioration the further and further they traveled. "Something the matter?" she asks when seeing his discomfort. "I don't remember it being this bad out here," he says gloomy. "Because it wasn't," she explains. "It's been at its steady decline until th...
I was at Steve's place having a beer and a chat; I heard the front door open, and the voices of Steve's wife Judy and daughter Becky came in. They had been out to measure up some things in a flat that Becky had bought. Both came in and I stood up to say hi, I receive the usual kiss on the cheek, and hug from Judy and then from Becky as well, as she said, ju...
This is an INTERRACIAL SEX STORY! If you have a problem with that, read something else. It's not my fault if the caretaker is black and the young wife is white. It's not my fault if he is hung like a horse. It takes two hands to handle a whopper. It's certainly not my fault, if you're reading these stories while jacking off your little weiner with two finger...
Mrs. Jackson stood in her bathroom as she glanced over at the clock. She frantically tried to get ready for her yoga class. The hot wife assumed that it would be at least an hour before her husband came home as Fred had left early in the morning to pick up Phil Dorman from the Missouri State Correctional Center. As Phil had demanded, she had testified at his...
I'm your typical 19-year-old girl. Just finished college, started my first job. I like to socialise. I like to buy new clothes and read girly magazines. I'm medium height, dark hair, blue eyes. My body has developed well and I have fairy big C cup breasts and a nice pert ass. I keep my pussy trimmed and I go to the gym a couple of times a week. Other than al...
Rain sheeted into the alley, driven by tremendous force from an off-shore storm system. Sea tang permeated the air caught between the four tall, brick buildings. Dark shadows lurked between pale shafts of orange light stabbing downward from far up on the old office towers. Steel fire escapes raced up the building walls, dripping in the downpour. Walking sto...
*** If you enjoyed my sci-fi series Space Relations, this novella has a similar format. It is less about the sex in this one, and more about the innuendo and the story. *** Sir Longenhard sat brooding at the tavern bar, swirling the last of the swill at the bottom of his mug. He drank the rot, at the same time recalling better times when the ale tasted prop...